An Oil Change  A Latino couple rests on the dark-gray leather couch opposite me. His thoroughly stained white painter’s pants and Sherman white sweatshirt somehow contrast and complement her matching light-gray sweat suit. An Orthodox couple with a toddler sits on burgundy cushion chairs nearby. A rhythmic pounding blends with Asian TV and a muffled…

Samhain Sorrows Why do you mock us? With your costumed attire more suitable for the bordello than for posing as one of us. While we, breaching the veil between worlds, feel again the bitter cold and ravenous hunger we knew in life. And what feast do you prepare for us, now? Children crying out, “trick…